Mixture by Redvind

Why hadn't anybody told him how hard it was to feel being watched? Ho, like it's the matter, he was now being experienced anyway. And not some ordinary eyes that watching him, those eyes belonged to Yamato, one of the famous rocks star in Japan.

It had been 20 minutes, Yup, only 20 whole minutes that nearly drove him insane. Why on earth Yamato Ishida kept staring like that? At someone like him of all people? When the brown bartender walked to the right, the star turned his head to the right. When he walked to the left, the other also turned to left, even when Taichi excused himself to go to the toilet; he could still feel those blue eyes on him through the cement wall.

What the hell!

After the first Blue Margarita, the blonde did ask him to recommend something else when the bartender had no other customers around.... If you asked, he couldn't believe the rock musician could drink that much...more 3 or 4 strong drinks and he wasn't lose his control as if he hadn't had any through his throat. He just...sat there and stared...stared at him.

If the blonde kept doing that any longer, the brunette sure would have gone mad, so that he needed to do something unless he wanted to go see a bloody crazy psychiatrist.

Right now.

"Ishida-san..." Taichi started, feeling exhausted from being under blue microscope eyes.

To tell the truth, this was the first time he had seen the real-living star so far, and another truth, he hadn't been interested in any celebrity's life anyway. So instead of worshipping him like a high majestic, luxurious, holy god from above, as he was certain the millions of fans would, he gave service to the star as he did for everyone.

Before the next words came out, he was cut off by...

"Yamato." was all the blond said, then took the cocktail to his lips, sipping some, feigning indifference.

The brunette blinked. What was he playing now? He tried again.

"Ishida-sa..."

"Yamato."

A pause.

"Please, Ishi..."

"Yamato."

Silent ...

What the hell did the man want!? The brunet tried to be polite, but the blonde cut him off every time he addressed him.

Taichi stared, right into the blue eyes, feeling irritated somewhat.

Yamato stared back without hesitation.

"Ish-"

Immediately once again, "Yamato."

The bartender's upper body dropped on the counter bar heavily.

What was he supposed to do? He couldn't even finish the word now. Yamato kept repeating his name over and over, not giving him a chance...then Taichi paused, thinking...did he...

Was he supposed to call him that?

Taichi looked up, determined as if this was his last chance guessing.

"Yamato."

It worked! The blonde smiled up brightly, making his voice sounded like a cat's purr. "Hai?"

The brunette sighed. "Fine, Yamato, would you please stop this?"

The blonde still pretended to be innocent, "Stop what?"

"This." He pointed out.

"What?"

Taichi glazed deadly at him.

"What? Don't look at me like that. I don't understand what you mean by 'this'."

God! He hated the bloody wording game! Maybe he needed to assure this thought out loud.

"You're staring at me, right?"

"Of course. How can you talk to a person if not looking at him?"

"I mean before, while I was working."

"Right."

"Would you be kind to stop?"

"Stop what?"

"Staring at me! Of course!"

"Ahh, come on, calm down. That might disturb someone."

Though he didn't want to admit, the blonde was right. He lowered his voice down.

"Well?"

"No."

The only word from the guy mouth made Taichi want to cry.

"Why?"

"Why should I?"

Augg... was murdering some irritated person a crime? Hope so. If not, it's going to be news tomorrow morning, headline; SHOCKED! Beloved Yamato miserably dead 'caused annoying a crazy bartender.

Ha ha ha...not so funny!

"Because it's pressing me."

"Ahh, I know that."

"What?"

"You know, being in a band that plays stages trough stages and being the center of attention, I still can't get over the nervous feeling when more than a thousand eyes are on me." He pulled his hand over his chest, acting as if all the words he said were true. "It presses me, too, but I manage to get through them all."

"So?" the bartender couldn't see the point what the musician meant.

"So I'm telling you need not to worry when you've got someone staring at."

That raised Taichi anger up a bit. "If you know how it feels, why don't you just quit staring at me?"

"Because I've been being stared at for a long time. I think it's my turn to stare at somebody else."

Now he felt like headache. "Why me?"

The blonde shrugged. "Why not?"

That's it! Taichi grabbed the blonde's collar shirt and hit him hard on the face, "Stop making fun of me, you idiot!", slapped him right and left, right and left, "Who do you think you are?!" , shaking him back and front, "Don't you dare think being a rock star can get you anything!" Then with a last blow in the gut, he let go off of him. "There," he said, adjusting his shirt, satisfied. "That will teach you."

Oh...how much he wished his imagination could be true. Instead, he was standing still, fists lightly shaking in annoyance.

He didn't want to be rude, but enough was enough. Yamato had to stop. Finally came to his decision, he looked up at the guy sitting before him...

...And lost himself all at once in those ocean blue eyes. The mean words he was about to say were gone. The eyes were so warm.... so beautiful.

His shoulders drooped. He couldn't hurt them.

A few low chuckles brought him back to reality. "What?" what was it this time?

"Ho... nothing. I was just thinking."

Was this guy playing again? "About?"

Yamato reached to touch the brunette's cheek. "How cute you are."

A faint blues formed both of his cheek. They felt hot especially the one that Yamato still had his hand on. Normally he would snap at whoever considered him cute, but now, under those eyes spell...

Thanks to the dull light in the pub his face couldn't easily be seen.

"Baka."

OOO

It's not as bad as the start. Yamato still sat at the bar. Once in a while he would sip on his cocktail, but most time he talked to Taichi. It felt nice, Taichi thought, it's like he's talking to a long time friend. They talked about nothing in particular, just laughing and joking.

It's not everyday to see the certain musician this happy; not even on the posters or on TV show. The sight quite surprised everyone. Sure they'd seen him smiled before, but it's different. The smiles Yamato always held when he was on his performance didn't seem so bright and warm like he's doing now. They're anything but cold, not yet cruel, and only for business. Now was a wonder who or what could make the star enjoying the moment so much. Unable to keep questioning any longer, some or all, didn't know how much groupies dared peeking at his back and saw him talking with an ordinary, infamous bartender, one of so many that could find in ever pub you named. A bit rather much jealousy brunt their eyes.

Taichi felt more eyes, unlike Yamato's, glazing dangerously at him. He could even sense strange aura covered him. However, Yamato seemed unnoticing this.

The nerve of this guy...

Even though he did notice Taichi's uneasiness. "What's wrong?"

Taichi shrugged uneasily. "Nothing."

Yamato was opening his mouth as an arm slung around his neck.

"Oi, Yamato! You're sure he's here? We have been looking around, but couldn't find him anywhere."

Yamato struggled in vain to reply back unsuccessfully. A hand patted the speaker's back and head nodded, mentioned Taichi standing in the bar. The speaker widened his eyes, amazed. "So you're the Taichi guy I've heard so much about!"

Taichi puzzled, this guy knew him?

The short spark brown hair grinned toothingly. He took the bartender's hands without permission, shook them repeatedly. "Hi, Taichi! It's nice to finally see you. Yamato has been talking a lot about you." Not giving a chance for the speechless brunette to speak, he went on. "I'm Akira, the guitarist. I'm certain that we'll see each other more often from now on since you and Yamato are-OOG!"

He was cut off abusedly by the blonde's obvious elbowing his guts. Akira looked at him, hands holding his stomach, fake tears rimmed his eyes. "What was that for? It's you who told us that you and him have already f-AGGR!"

This time he got a smack by the black haired guy and a stamp down his toe by another brown haired guy. He cried out in pain, now holding his foot and rubbing his head in the same time. It was quite funny to watch.

"Don't mind him. He's always like this." Yamato said. Girls even got more jealous of the fact that he had all the band attention and the only one they're talking to.

Taichi was beginning to hope that the night should end soon. It had been long enough for him, really.

OOO

It had been a month since that night. Actually they would come and drop by once or twice in a week. Taichi got to learn about them during the time, too. For example, he leant the name of the black haired keyboard player, Yutaka and another brown hair guy, drummer Takashi. They're always nice to him though he didn't know why. They seemed to accept him as one of their friends somehow---Aki-san told him this---and he never minded talking with them. They're funnier than he thought. Last time they told him that they had got a concert in Hokkaido and Taichi wished them luck. Yamato managed to call him almost everyday everytime he could, even if that meant he had to sneak into toilet. Taichi found it funny and himself waiting to hear his voice.

But it had been a week since Yamato last call. He was really busy and failed to acknowledge there was something Taichi didn't tell him happened.

Yamato couldn't be any happier, a large smile on his face. The concert's finished and they came back to Tokyo.

He's going to see the certain brunette he dreamt every night.

"YAMATO!!!!"

"OI!" he jumped, then fell down hard on the floor. "Akira! Don't you dare shout in my ear! Do you determine to make me deaf?"

"Then cut that silly dreamy look of yours. You're making me sick."

"Come on Akira. Give Yamato a room. I guess a month is very long for him." Said Takashi. Yutaka gave the blonde a hand to get off the floor. They're on the way to Moony Wings. Surprisingly able to avoid getting crushed by their fans.

"Let's talk about lovesick."

"Shut up." But he was smiling. Akira stared at him strangely.

"Man! If you feel for him this much, why don't you just tell him? You have something to control over him, you know what I mean."

Yamato just looked at him in the eyes a whole minute. Akira gave up.

"Sorry. It was a stupid advice."

"Na. I know what you mean, but I don't want to use it to force him. It would just kill him in the end." He patted the spark hair friend's shoulder. "Thanks anyway."

Akira did the same to the blonde's shoulder. "You know Yamato. I really like Taichi. He's different from everyone we've met and fun to be around."

"Of course. I don't want it to be another way round."

30 second passed.

"Hey, Yamato. It's hot. Get off me."

"What? You're the one who didn't let go!"

The kicking fight started, continued along the street they're walking.

Yaraba forced them apart. "You two stop this. We are here, now."

Takashi opened the door for them to walk through. They walked straight to the bar where the certain one was working as always, not caring about the eyes they'd got all the way. In fact, they're used to it.

"Hey guys!" Taichi greeted them happily. "Long time no see, ne?"

They grinned, ordered some drinks for themselves.

"How are things without us, Taichi?" Yamato asked.

He smiled, "How was your concert?"

They chatted as if they'd not seen each other for years. The band told them about their gig, how awesome it was. The bartender liked to listen to every kind of story. Akira did even tell him about his problem with the zip of his performance pants, made him lost crying like mad.

The good time went on. Like before you knew it, it came to an end. The band was in a very good mood, they offered Taichi to come along like usual.

"Ahh...sorry, guys. I'd like to, but I can't. I have another job waiting."

They frowned "since when you started another job, Taichi?"

"Umm...three weeks ago..."

"Why?"

Like heaven want to answer their questions, a girl, dark blonde hair and white cream skin, dressed in a yellow blouse, ran to the bar--obviously to the bartender, calling his name, "Taichi!"

And to their surprised, the girl rushed to his side, hugging him tight.

Akira espcailly, was too shocked, his face blankened.

Taichi hesitated at first, then informed them.

"Umm...guys, I guess you never met her before. This is my wife, Satoko."